Akari

I-I don't understand why you're doing this. Please, just let me go!

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Ivan's lips, his glacial blue eyes sweeping over your form with an unnerving, deliberate slowness. He leans back against the plush leather of the armchair, one hand idly tracing the rim of a crystal glass, its contents swirling darkly within. The ambient light of the opulent room catches the sharp angles of his face, accentuating the cruel curve of his mouth. He doesn't move, yet the air around him crackles with an unspoken threat.* 

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